So as it happens, there has been a lot going on in my life since the last entry. The last entry, wow. It gets me feeling all weird inside just reading back over it because I miss that person more than anything. But wait, there's good news! Okay, it came in the form of bad news, but good news in the end it still remains.

As it happens, after my parents kicked me out (well they didn't just kick me out, they practically disowned me) I figured that, before my deadline to move out was over, I had better get working on things. So I did. Now it looks like I'll be getting a job at the same place the best friend I miss works at, living in the same general area. Yeah, you got that right. I'm moving to Canada. This time I'm doing it for good. Dual-citizenship must be so win.

So I'm moving to Canada. What else? Well, I'm getting a book published. I sent it off recently and after going through the editing process, it will be out there for the world to see. My first book, so it's not going to exactly be a literary masterpiece, but hey, I'm going to be a published author at the age of eighteen. I don't exactly have any complaints about that.

I've been getting some work done lately on various things, and now it appears I'm working as an editor for a publishing company. Granted, it is the company I'm helping start up, but still. For a guy who loves to read and write, what better job could I ask for? It might not be an incredibly high-paying job at the moment, but I don't really care. I've got another job to take care of my monetary needs and wants.

I've also finally updated this site. Enjoy that, now! Apologies for the short entry, it is late, and I am not feeling well. Ciao!

Despite popular belief, Canadians do not live in igloos, or ride polar bears to school, nor do they say 'eh' after every audible syllable. I know, I was disappointed too.

So I'm sitting up here in Canada, in Brampton. Nice little place. So much to do, so little time, but there's always more time when the parental units are nagging us about getting up early every day. I mean, really now, what's so wrong about getting up in the afternoon? Mornings are for noobs. 'Morning' for normal people spans from midnight to four in the morning.

But on a serious note, I am seriously glad I was able to take this vacation. This is the second time I've taken a full-fledged trip to meet people in real life that I've met online, and though I've never been disappointed, this is by far one of the best times of my life. I've been to the CN Tower, a few of the parks, Eaton Centre (amazing place) and done a lot of other things, but the best part about being up here was simply getting away from it all and spending time with one of my favourite people in the world.

I've starting working a part-time job, or at least the pay is the equivalent of such. Just watching over the company server and making sure it stays awake, and kicking it if it doesn't. I think a few more divisions are supposed to open up quite soon, and when they do, I'll have even more work. But if it pays the bills, I'm happy!

Overall not much going on. Bought a lot of books about writing to satisfy my urges to broaden the scope of my writings, and I've been in an insane roleplaying bout lately. It's quite awesome, since the person I'm sitting next to up here in Canada-land is one of my two main partners, and boy is it getting interesting.

At any rate, I won't bore you with details. I'll be writing a lot when I get home, that's for sure.

Anyone who knows me rather well, or even anyone who's taken to stalking me on the various places I post anything more intimate than the contents of my pockets will know that my life has an annoying habit of jumping from good to bad to in between to upside down and all the rest. Today is going to be one of those rambles about said life, however if you notice an optimistic tone, it's there for a reason.

School is going well, for being school. I'm writing this while sitting at home while I really should be in Japanese class, but considering nothing is going on and I have better things to do (and things I really actually have to do) I'm quite comfortable here in this brand new chair my father spontaneously bought me. Way to redeem yourself, father. Overall it's going quite nice. The workload isn't too bad, my procastination is well and healthy, and I'm over halfway through the school year. It feels like summer, so I know summer isn't far off. Well, a month and a half. Cursed Southern California weather. Love it.

So yesterday I went to go buy some blade skates (think wheels, not ice). It all started because a great friend of mine invited me to a skate rink for her sweet sixteenth, and I had used to go there all the time. I loved skating as a kid, but I hadn't really done it for about ten years. It took me about ten minutes to get back on my skating feet, and I remembered how much I loved it, so yesterday I went out to buy a pair for myself. Halfway there, the speakers in my car blew out. God damnit. A great sound system, and I never played it all that high, it's just the fact the car is wearing itself out. Ah well. I don't need my music... precious music... right?

So that kind of sucked, but I don't care. It's not like I'm ever in the car long enough to miss a few tracks I can't play at home with my equally awesome sound system.

So a few days ago some idiot tried to mess with my bank account. My bank being the safe and cool bank it is, locked my account, and my card. Okay, that's a minor hiccup in my plans. So I go to the bank, and luckily one of the tellers I've known since I was pretty much born, so she's helped me through things, getting my account unlocked, getting a nice amount of money set back in my account, and getting me a new card as soon as possible, which leads into my next topic.

Canada. In a month and a half, I'm going to Canada. It started many months ago in the depths of a Harry Potter roleplay board, where I met a girl who was my first partner on the site. Next thing you know, she and I are best friends. There's only a slight problem, that being she lives a few thousand miles away from me, but that's going to be alleviated. As soon as I get my bank account back with my card, I'm buying the ticket, and going to Canada three days after my last day of college classes. We've both been waiting for this, and the moment her parents said yes, I knew any financial troubles, parental troubles, school troubles (that means you Umbridge) wouldn't prevent me from going. The icing on the cake was my own parents' nonchalance about me spontaneously deciding to go to another country for half a month. I guess after going to El Salvador last summer out of nowhere, they've grown to expect it. Got to love being eighteen in some ways.

School, life, what else? I've had my ups and downs, and even though last night really was hell for multiple reasons, I realise I'm living pretty damn well, moreso than I have for a long, long time.

Oh yeah Paul now I've updated and given you something to read so stop pestering me on MSN about it kthx.

What an interesting semester it is so far as well. I'm not going to go giving a psychological profile of every one of my current professors, no. That would take too much time. This is more broad anyway, it encompasses more than simply my current semester's college life.

My first class on Monday is Japanese. A nicely populated class with a foreign language teacher who finally knows what the hell he's doing. I'm actually learning the language in that class, I'm not simply trying my hardest to memorize what each phrase means because the teacher is a worthless, incompetent piece of filth. No, I'm actually learning, and I know basic conversation in Romaji with only a few days under my belt. This will help greatly for my actual trip to Japan.

That night I have English, taught by a professor who, once again, acts like her way of teaching is the best (just like all my previous English professors), yet her methods are completely different from the others. Essentially, English is not about writing well. Poetry has been published from people who clearly had an IQ no higher than five, and essays worked on and toiled over for hours get a failing grade. I like the class and teacher, however yet again I feel I'll be appealing to write to the teacher's bias, and not actually writing well.

Tuesdays and Thursdays I have my Physical Education class, another English course, and a Psychology course. The PE teacher is alright, a bit psychotic but she'll do. In Psychology, the professor is a nutjob, and while he clearly knows what he's talking about, his methods of teaching aren't the best, and I haven't learned much at all. Looks like I'll be deciphering the book to pass this course, and not his lectures. My English professor of this day seems pretty cool so far, this course is rather easy and laid back, so I don't see why I should have any problems in that area.

All in all, taking sixteen credits. Nothing phenomenal by any standards, but it works for me. I'm right on schedule in amount of credits to receive my degree, which I'm happy with. No complaints there.

Work starts very shortly for me, one of three jobs I'll be taking up, so I expect that my money flow should be better than it has recently, which also isn't that bad. However the extra money will be welcome for saving to my trip to Japan, along with various other places I plan on going, like Virginia, Bangladesh, Canada, and perhaps El Salvador again, though I also wouldn't mind visiting Vietman, various areas in the United Kingdom, and maybe Hawaii, though I don't know many people there.

Home life. Dealing with semi-normal parents actually, though it appears my little sister has decided to turn into a total idiot. Rather unfortunate really. Ah well. At least I don't associate with her anymore.

I really think that's about it. Catch you later.

Not sure what else to say really, the title pretty much explains it. Very tired lately, because my body's decided it's a wonderful idea to wake up at 3.30am. Every day. For two weeks in a row.

I have absolutely no idea why I've been randomly waking up at 3.30am for two weeks in a row. I've never been a morning person. Hell, getting up at noon I always considered early for me. But now I've woken up before the sun for over two weeks, and the weirdest part is, it's at the exact same time every night. Ah well.

So anyway, what's new with me? Well I got myself a haircut. Sorry Vicky. I had to do it. It was annoying me, so I got it cut. I think it should look perfect by the time I have my party later on. No one who's coming knows yet, should be a fair enough surprise, unless I get dragged into one of those video conferences. Let's hope nothing important comes up so I won't have to. (Knowing my luck, of course it will!)

Life is altogether boring. I register for my next classes soon and I'm debating with myself as to whether to take a Japanese course or not. I'm no great shakes at languages, and I don't want to fail, yet my best friend and I are planning on making a move to Japan for a few weeks or months in the near future, so knowing more then a tiny bit about Japanese would probably be a wise choice.

Other then that, I'm rather bored. I need to get my sleep schedule back in order, if only because one of my classes (if not more) will be at night, and at the moment I'm going to bed at very early hours because I'm so tired. This really can't continue into schooling weeks, but hopefully I'll be out of it before schools starts, and hopefully the party itself (which incidentally is a few days before school starts).

Essentially this is a random update about life, and a mini-rant about my sleeping habits and exhaustion designed to help keep me awake as well. So I hope you enjoyed it, I hope you don't realise there was absolutely no point to this and you just wasted some life and all that. I posted a new article as well, if you didn't see it. Go take a look if you are so inclined.

So the website is up. It only really took me three hours to do. However, I would be in bed right now instead of writing this if things went the way I wanted them to for once.

So I began by saving all my written articles from my old blog and putting them in a text file so I could easily transfer them and all that. After all that was done and my site was practically finished, I went into Fantastico to get rid of my old blog. That's when the fun started.

A little background information. The blog was WordPress, and I had it in a certain folder with many other files that I had saved. So I went into Fantastico to delete my blog, completed the process, went back to my folder to upload my website, only to find that the entire folder had gone. Not just my blog. My entire folder, with all my other personal files inside.

Lucky for me I have backups and I was able to put most of the stuff right back. However, what an experience that was. At first it was right freaky. My blog, apparently in a fit of rage and jealously, decided to go kamikaze and take out the rest of my files in the surrounding area. Jeff Dunham should do a special on WordPress the Dead Cyber-Terrorist or something of that sort.

I declined the opportunity to pay fifteen dollars to get a single folder replaced by my host, and busied myself with the rest. Now I'm getting irritated with formatting, as apparently the internet decides a comma is translated into many funky and compeltely irrelevant symbols, but I'm dealing with that as it comes.

Note to future self; if it doesn't seem that hard, it probably is anyway.

So I've decided to move on from WordPress and start up my own place. It's about time I have, nothing really gets updated on the WordPress area and that pretty much keeps everyone from looking. I also wanted to get a better looking template, and get myself a design where I could make my own images and things like that. This isn't a very long project so I'll have it up within a few hours of me working on it. In reality, the thing that should take the longest is the graphics. But no problem with that, I like doing that. Maybe when I actually get some cash flow I'll get my own domain for this thing. If not, ah well. Until then, enjoy what little content there is!